"Sometimes it's more fun for me to keep blokes on their toes," Lavender said with a shrug, dropping the stem of the cherry onto a coaster.
Her eyebrows went up at the offer to pay. Normally she would decline. When her and Neville had dinner, they split the bill. Unless there was a birthday involved, of course. Deep down it teetered a bit on the uncomfortable side. Too date-like and this was definitely not a date.
More like a forced social interaction.
Lavender looked at the menu and thought for a moment before deciding on crab cakes and then the fourteen ounce New York strip. It wasn't the obscenely large sirloin she'd been thinking about, but it would do the trick. She looked at the waiter and raised her eyebrows.
"Rare. Like... blue rare. Just sort of wander it through a warm room."
She watched the waiter scurry off with an odd look on his face and turned her attention back to Zach Smith. "You don't?" she waved off the question. "Rhetorical. Pardon me. Yes, I like coming to the muggle places because what other sort of options do we have? It's not like Diagon Alley is teeming with high end restaurants."
A look came over her face and she hauled out her notebook, scribbling 'restaurant shortage in wizarding world' at the top of one page.